Analysis of Dismorphia

I stare at my reflection
All it does is raise questions
Why am I not good enough?
Why don't I like myself?
Why don't I ask for help?

It's like my own form of torture
Stuck in my head with my own dismorphia
I feel the guilt when I binge at night
Constantly wish to loose my appetite

To my dismay I still feel hunger
Was I like this when I was younger?

No
I was free from societal chains
The same chains implanted into my brain this very day
Why do I feel this way?
I'm terrified to leave my house some days
Not willing to see each strangers judgemental gaze
What's wrong with me?

So I drown in a sea of nameless faces